Poetry

Raindrops

· Steve Robison

Somewhere far away
I hear the soulful sounds
Brass
Raindrops
So far away

Growing closer
But still far away
I hear the sound of a train
Beating in time
With two hearts
Synchronized
Alive
Accelerating
With the music

The music fades
And she comes closer
We are at once driven
To touch, feel, caress, fuck

There are no more trumpets
The rain has stopped
All the world is quiet
In this instant of timeless lust

Somewhere far away
I hear the subtle sound
Of the rustling of sheets
As we share a dream
Drift softly back to sleep